As Ichigo arched against the pole, the metal pressed into his back to leave a small tingling sensation that was mimicked every time he touched a different part of it. The only time he didn't feel a prickle from the cold pole was when he brought a leather clad leg up to hook around it. As he arched once again, showing off the curve of his back and his tight ass in the equally tight pants, he heard a few whistles and cat calls but he easily ignored them, more then used to the reactions he got when he danced.
Spinning once around the bar jutting from the stage floor all the way up to the ceiling, he brought both legs up, hooking his knees around it to allow himself to slowly slide down it's length upside down, arching a bit more to display his abs and his cut groin. As usual, the patrons seemed both surprised and pleased at his toned body despite his almost lanky figure and a few more hands shot up into the air, all holding money. The only difference between any of them was the amount they were offering.
His eyes roved over the currency, easily determining who had the most to give him. Once at the bottom of the pole, he crawled across the length of the stage, eying everyone hungrily as he passed, just urging them to pull out more money until he got to the far end of the smooth floor. Ichigo leaned over the stage, locking eyes with the red head that had held up the most as he simultaneously jutted his ass higher up into the air. A grin crossed the red head's face and Ichigo smirked in return.
He leaned forward, holding the $20 up towards the carrot top's face and Ichigo gently bit down on a corner of the green paper, sliding it from the tattooed man's hand. Sliding backwards, away from him, Ichigo rose to his knees and began to sway his hips, fingers easily untying the small string that had kept his black leather pants closed.
Standing, he began to dance rather provocatively, slowly easing his pants down over his thighs, barely showing the skin of his groin. He watched as the red head shifted in his seat, failing to hide his hard-on but it only pulled Ichigo on, feeling a sort of power filled dominance at being able to make someone so turned on when he hadn't even touched him.
With one quick jerk of his hips, the black leather fell from him to pool around his ankles, leaving him bare and exposed to everyone's eyes. Calls rose and even more hands shot up, offering more and more money and Ichigo was determined to get every one of those dollars.
Returning to the pole, he began to grind and spin and do all sorts of acrobatic feats the not many people other then strippers know how to do, his cock hardening against the cold metal. He leaned forward, one hand on the pole, the other on his thigh, showing off his ass, balls and penis which earned him a few enthusiastic shouts and even more money offers.
Pleased with the amount of green he was now seeing, Ichigo sauntered across the stage, slipping off the edge to step in front of a dark haired girl whose face was bright red. He assumed it was either her first time in a strip club or he just had that kind of effect on people – but judging by the almost horrified look in her large blue eyes, he was guessing it was the former.
Ichigo lightly ran his hands over her shoulders, offering a smile which was returned only with a squeak and her face went even redder. The girl beside her (her friend whom she was there with he was guessing) laughed, turning away from the scene, probably in an attempt to hide her amusement. Ignoring her, he leaned in, lightly running his lips across the dark haired girls neck, causing her to shudder. His fingers trailed down her forearms, shifting to her sides to run down to her hips which he grasped gently, but it was enough to make her moan, arching into him slightly.
Leaning even further over the chair, Ichigo began to gently grind into her, pressing his cock against her sex through the skirt she wore, but even with the extra material between them, she still moaned and gasped, writhing slightly under his touch. Five grindings later, her body was spasming, head thrown back against her chair as moan after moan escaped her. He was somewhat surprised at first, never before had he made anyone cum quite so easily, but almost immediately he was filled with a strong feeling of pride. He was going to have to remember to try and do that again.
He gave her a chaste kiss before pulling away to continue his rounds through the crowd – after all, it was his job to please. The faces of the people were somewhat shocked at first, probably never before having seen a male stripper give a female patron an orgasm right then and there in front of the stage, and without any actual contact to boot, but they were soon whistling and trying to coax him over with even more money. He promised he'd give them a chance too as he made his way back towards the red head who smirked at him as he approached.
Without waiting for an invitation, Ichigo sat down on the mans lap, leaning back against his firm chest before he began to grind into him, pressing his ass firmly into his groin. A soft moan reached his ears and he continued his ministrations, not faltering at all as he glanced over his shoulder, smirking sexily into the handsome, tattooed face. "What's your name?" He asked in his sexiest voice.
"Renji." The man replied almost cockily.
Ichigo felt his heart stumble over itself, his pulse jackhammering as a fierce blush rose to his cheeks. Renji? Red head Renji? As in the red headed Renji he went to school with!? No! This couldn't be happening! There was no way he'd been stripping for and grinding on his old schoolmate this whole time! Fuck!
And when had he gotten all those tattoos!?